I belonged to the dark sect.
Oppression and wickedness poured on me all day.
In fact I had no say.
For the price of freedom was too high to pay.
Bound to sin;
Born to lust and kill,
I lived on evil’s hill
Till my cup would
Overflow and hell would
Be my home.
But in the dark dome,
A warrior came.
He gave me the bread of life
And as it is John 6: 35
I was never hungry.
Risen to life,
The devil fought me
But he tasted defeat.
He tested me
But the warrior rescued me:
His blood washed,
His words healed me
And now it’s up to thee;
Yes, thee
To see
The glory of God in me.
The warrior Christ
Won the fight
And now the liberty is ours.
Praise the King.
Thierry-Century
Vibrant words 